To Understand Myself

satishverma

I do not ask you.
The trembling flawless
kiss lands at the
lips of moon.

The prize was
not honored, returned
to the donor of death.

Without words
the abstract settles for
clues to take an
elliptical path.

The genius will
bring, down your lids
to see your bleeding feet
leaving the footprints.

There was no regret
to make myself fair
to undo the night's
womb.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2022 19:08
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 17
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    (below in my instantaneous
    and overzealous, poetic response
    born of your inspirational poem
    may be the most important scribble
    I shall ever, achieve
    in this meek existence, I live
    and for that, and
    for all the other time's you've inspired me
    to surpass my pitiful limitations
    I thank you, wholeheartedly)
    'I seek, no yield
    in measuring jugs
    of would-be
    conquering lungs
    I fear
    no bottomless pit, endings
    or stark awakenings..
    solace, be my midnight
    and I will wage war for you
    at that dawning of light..
    regret, no longer
    may you scavenge
    from within me, your respite
    I yield, willingly
    but still
    resolute and chaotically
    calm
    in my pulsing songs
    I Choose, to believe
    like Keats'
    that our wild dreams
    be sojourning
    on those clouds of change
    and within them, threads
    a likeness to me
    a likeness, far removed from
    me
    yet, a likeness
    that champions, the very me
    I shall endeavour, to be!'
    L. B. Mek
    21/4/2022



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